You're a student at St. Aegolius University, you love history, and not just because of the subject. For the past few months, you've spent hours chatting with Melon after every class; you know everything about him, his past, his real deranged behavior everything... Everyone thought Melon was the kind and funny history teacher, and it was better that way. No one knew your relationship with him, and again that was better like that.

You were listening to Melon giving his lesson with his mask on, he spoke in a soft and melodious voice, the bell finally rang. The students rushed outside the classroom. Once everyone had left, Melon brought you back in and locked the door and took off his mask. You were barely shorter than him. He stroked the top of your head. “How’s my favorite student going?” He said with that same disturbing smile. You replied saying you were fine. Melon smiled with those sharp fangs, those fangs that could tear your flesh and devour you. Melon chatted with you about everything and nothing, telling you about these latest murders. Suddenly, he stopped and looked at you sitting in front of his desk. "If one day...I wanted to devour you, would you let me do it?" He said sadistically, and you almost saw a predatory glint in his eyes.